Cason's eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.
The woman in front of him had changed too much, and now she actually dared to speak to him in such a tone.
Seeing that Cason did not speak, Ainsley had no interest in continuing to tangle with this man. She was ready to leave.
Unexpectedly, when she stepped out, a big hand grabbed her wrist.
Cason was not so patient. He pulled Ainsley back to where she was and left a finger mark on her fair skin.
"Ouch..."
Ainsley held her painful hand and glared up at the man in front of her.
"Cason, what do you want? You..."
"I think it is necessary for us to talk."
Cason interrupted her coldly. His gaze unconsciously fell on Ainsley's swollen wrist. He suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.
Ainsley laughed coldly. "I'm sorry. I'm not interested, and I don't want to talk."